would only camp in a “designated campsite—one on the map.”
The Red River was a new canoe route for the Minnesota DNR, and they had only published one of three maps planned for this region. In 10 miles we would depart the area it covered, and the only promising designation between our location and the edge of the map was four to five miles downstream, at the junction of the Sheyenne River. Called “Catch Big Cats,” it was marked with the key symbols for “outfitter” and “lodging.”
José was convinced that this was where we should stay. “We’ll get a room, have a shower, order up a pizza, some room service maybe.”
I had a feeling this place would not be that kind of party. I read the description from the map aloud: “Catch Big Cats Guide Service. Private catfish guiding and lodging.” Sounded to me like redneck central.
José was insistent. “It’s on the map!”
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